Lipstick Diaries Part 2 Page 17

  “No Kenya,” I said my eyes firmly shut. “I said go to sleep.”

  Kenya quieted down and I finally felt my mind and body relax enough to sleep. I was startled awake by the sound of Kenya coughing loudly and violently while trying to call out to me.

  I jumped up, grabbed her arms and held them above her head to help clear her lungs. The coughing subsided but was replaced by loud crying and vomiting.

  “Dammit!” I jumped out of the way. “It’s always something with this child,” I sighed while I hurried to the bathroom to get some towels for the mess.

  Kenya had finally quieted down and was lying in the small puddle of vomit when I returned to the bed. I gently removed her pajamas and wiped her face and hands before wrapping her in a clean towel. I rolled her to the side and began wiping the sheets. Then I noticed it. It was small but I would have recognized it from a mile away.

  My heart fell out of my chest as if I picked up the half eaten red pill off of the bed. I looked from the pill, my candy, to Kenya who was lying very still and barely breathing. It hit me like a ton of bricks. The candy Kenya offered me was my candy and she must’ve found the extra pill I’d overlooked.

  “Kenya! Oh my—what have I done?”

  When I lifted her up, her head fell back against my arm. Her eyes, which were half-open, suddenly rolled back and her body went stiff and then into violent convulsions. I screamed, “Oh my God! Kenya!”

  I tried holding her tightly but the convulsions caused her to fall from my arms. I grabbed the phone and shakily dialed 911 while praying for the life of my baby. “Kenya baby, it’s going to be alright. Mommy is so sorry. God please forgive me, please let my baby be ok!”

  The dispatcher’s voice called out to me through the phone, “Hello? Ma’am? Can you hear me?”

  “Please, hurry please, send an ambulance! My baby is having a seizure and she needs help!” I cried.

  “Okay ma’am.”

  I held my daughter tightly, rocking back and forth while bawling my lungs out.

  What Goes Around

  ARETHA TEMPLE

  Standing in a house, ski mask on, pointing a 9 millimeter at Cheese, a big time money-getter, was Chatty. On both sides of her were CT alias Cutthroat, and his boy, Trif. Cutthroat had Chatty seduce Cheese, which helped him get to Cheese’s stash. Catherine Staples AKA Chatty was twenty-eight years young, and the only child of Gail and Ronnie. Who would be shittin’ bricks if they knew what there daughter was doing at the moment. They would die of heart attacks if they knew some of the other shit she’d done. A heart attack is what Chatty felt she was having, pointing a loaded gun in somebody’s face.

  Chatty was shaking under the black attire she wore. She was glad she was wearing a mask for two reasons. She did not want Cheese to know it was her, and she didn’t want anyone seeing the fear in her eyes. The guys loaded up the duffle bags with money and Chatty looked over at CT.

  CT, whose real name was Antonio Sanchez, was thirty-two years old, and a two-time felon. He had spent most of his childhood locked up. He didn’t give a fuck about his life, or nobody else’s. He was six feet-one inch, and his skin was the color of butterscotch. His hair was jet black and curly because he ain’t had a haircut since who knew when. CT was very handsome, but insecure about his long slash he wore on the side of his face. He earned the buck-fifty when he was in juvie some years ago. CT was a Latino and Black mix.

  His dad, big Cutthroat, was a pimp. His mother, Jennifer was the bottom bitch. CT’s parents, if they were alive wouldn’t give a fuck about him because they both were crack-heads. CT was also the only child, and the rest of the family all treated him like dirt. So he grew up in jail. His mantra was ‘fuck the world’, and right now he didn’t give a fuck about killing Cheese.

  “Hurry the fuck up!” CT yelled.

  “Damn nigga, I’m going as fast as I can!” Cheese said, slowly stuffing the bags.

  “Shut the fuck up!” CT said, walking up to Cheese and putting the gun in his mouth. “Nigga, I got chocolate bullets in here that will melt in yo mouth. Want some?”

  Cheese wore a smirk as he shook his head.

  “Shut the fuck up and bag that money!” CT ordered.

  Cheese gathered all the money, but he knew he had other money under Killer’s doghouse in the back. Cheese did not give a fuck about the little change they was getting. The real money was in the ground. If he got out of this alive, Cheese knew that he was gonna find out who the three were who had ran up in his shit. CT looked over at Trif. Trif went outside and returned carrying a shovel. Cheese expression became wide-eyed horror, like what the fuck?

  CT smiled and said, “You thought I was stupid, huh? I know about the other hiding place you ain’t looking at a first-timer nigga. I does this shit for a living.”

  Trif took the duct tape that he brought in and taped Cheese’s mouth. Then he set him in a chair, and handcuffed him. They all left to get the money buried outside.

  Later on that night, Chatty was standing in her full mirror looking at her self. She was not looking the same. CT was draining her. Her once big brown eyes were now dull looking, and had bags under them. She was missing patches of her long black hair from the pulls she received from CT whenever he got mad at her about something. Chatty was a little over five feet tall and well stacked. She was the color of penny. People always said she looked like Bucky, from Flavor of Love.

  Chatty turned around in the mirror admiring her fat ass. It was upright and was the reason she caught CT’s eyes. Chatty wished she never met CT. She loved him and did anything he asked. If she didn’t, she knew he would kill her because she knew too much, plus his dick game was good.

  CT was the first to hit her G-spot correctly. Looking in the mirror, Chatty was craving his dick. She touched her body, thinking about CT. Pinching her hard nipples with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. Her pussy was so hot and ready where was CT? She wondered. Chatty walked over to her dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out her little friend. She needed a little quickie until she could get the real thing when CT returned.

  Lying on the bed with her legs spread, Chatty took her vibrating friend and rubbed her clit. Her eyes were closed as she sucked on her bottom lip. She was in ecstasy as the silver bullet vibrated against her clit. Chatty was wet and the silver bullet was drowning in her juices but she inserted it inside then took it out she kept doing this with one hand while the other was rubbing her tits.

  “Chatty!” she heard in the other room but she didn’t pay it no mind.

  “Chatty, what the fuck you doing…?” CT asked, stopping in his tracks, and watching Chatty.

  “You couldn’t wait for daddy to come home?” he asked standing there looking at her nude, voluptuous body.

  His dick became hard as a pipe instantly. He loved watching Chatty play with herself. It turned him on. Releasing his ten inch dick from its cotton cocoon, he stood there long stroking it, continuing to watch her work her swollen clit with the vibrator.

  He crossed to the bed and grabbed a hand full of her pussy.

  “Damn Chatty that pussy’s wet,” he said as one finger slipped inside and then the next. Her hot walls were already throbbing.

  CT couldn’t take it any more he had to have her. Quickly escaping out of his clothes, his dick was fully at attention and ready to bang. Climbing into the bed, he started down at her manicured feet. He licked and sucked her toes before running his tongue along the base of her foot and gently biting her heel.

  Biting her diamond-shaped calves and the inside of her thick thighs, he worked his way up between Chatty’s juicy legs until he found himself at her wet pussy. The moist lips spread apart slightly. She shook her ass from side to side and his dick throbbed with every movement. He parted her pussy lips the rest of the way with his hot tongue and began lapping up her sweet juices like it was honey.

  He pulled her fleshy hood back and her enlarged clit stood out like a miniature dick. CT loved that shit, licking, biting, and sucking
on it for dear life, rotating between hard and soft suction.

  Chatty looked while her man sucked her pussy real good. She watched as he began slowly working his slick tongue. Back and forth it ran over and around her throbbing clit. He stopped every now and then only to give her clit a few forceful sucks. Each time, she’d grabbed the back of his head, moaning in lustful satisfaction.

  CT slid two fingers in her wet pussy and began rubbing her G-spot at the roof of her vagina. He continued sucking on her swollen clit. Working both spots simultaneously, he sent continuous shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

  Head thrown back and eyes behind her head she was in la la land, and was about to explode.

  “I’m about to cum!” She yelled, clawing at the sheets.

  Squeezing her juicy thighs together, she locked his head in place forcing him to keep licking and sucking as she erupted. Hearing that, CT took her bullet and inserted it in her pussy as he sucked on her clit even harder.

  “Yeahhhhh, right there, baby!” she squealed, tossing her head back into the pillows.

  Seconds later Chatty sprayed his face with her warm juices. Lapping it all up, CT’s nasty ass loved that shit. He ran his wet tongue down along the ridge to her asshole, flicking his hot tongue in and out, and around her brown hole before working his way back up to her throbbing pussy.

  After the intense climax, Chatty was out of breath but CT wasn’t. He kissed her body until he got to her lips. Welcoming his hungry tongue into her mouth, her tongue eagerly greeted his. Tasting her sweet nectar on his lips only made Chatty hornier.

  She grabbed his hard dick and rubbed the mushroom head on her wet pussy. Feeling her hot stick juices on his flesh, he knew Chatty was definitely ready. CT pushed making his dick go in just a little, teasing Chatty. He could feel his throbbing head, stretching her tight, pulsating walls. Damn! The intense heat and wetness had him open. Chatty hated when he teased her so she wrapped her legs around him and pushed him in all the way.

  “Shit!” she yelled as the head hit her spot.

  CT fucked her slow going all the way in and then pulling out causing her juices to run down pass her asshole onto the sheets. Chatty squeezed her pussy muscles every time he pulled out driving CT crazy. He started fucking her hard, trying to hit the bottom with long, fast strokes. Chatty grabbed her toes and made her legs touch the headboard giving CT all her pussy. Licking the back of her knee, CT slid his thumb into her tight ass. He continued drilling way, throwing his body weight into each stroke.

  CT’s nut was right there at the tip and he couldn’t hold it so he rose up and pumped her hard over and repeatedly until he came.

  “F-u-u-uck!” he yelled as he shot his nut all up inside her.

  However, CT wasn’t done. His throbbing dick was still rock hard. He flipped her over onto her knees and smiled at the sight of round juicy ass spreading wide. He pulled her back to the edge of the bed and stood on the floor. Spreading her cheeks even farther apart for maximum access, he shoved all ten inches into Chatty’s soaking pussy with one hard thrust, and smacked her ass cheek hard with his free hand. Chatty shivered with pain and pleasure as CT pounded away. Leaning over, CT planted kisses all over her neck and back and licked up and down her spine without missing a stroke.

  Chatty pushed back hard and fast on his hard dick, meeting every stroke. Together they built a steady rhythm, until they both were in a lust-filled zone. The creamy wetness building up around the base of his dick, and her loud moaning only fueled him. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he drilled away.

  A few moments later, Chatty was coming all over his rock hard pipe. Her toes curled, and she snatched the sheets halfway off the bed. Her juices ran down his shaft and dripped onto the wrinkled linen.

  When Chatty woke up from the pussy beating CT gave her. She found that he wasn’t there. She looked around the room she and CT shared then climbed out the bed. Legs sore and weak she walked gingerly into the hallway then went into the bathroom. She had to urinate badly. Where the fuck is he? She wondered after looking at her watch. It was almost midnight. Chatty wiped her sore puss then washed her hands. She went back into the room, getting back in the bed after grabbing the telephone. Dialing CT’s number, it rang five times before he answered

  “Why the fuck you keep calling me?” he barked.

  “Because I woke up and you weren’t here!”

  “Chatty you calling like the house on fire or some shit!”

  “Shit, I wouldn’t know I was up in this bitch by myself!”

  “Bye Chatty, I’ll be home!” he barked and hung up.

  Chatty threw the phone and it landed on the other side of the room. She looked at where it landed. There was a bag tucked nicely under the dresser it looked like it was being hid, but Chatty seen it and was curious.

  At 3 a.m., CT slipped into the house trying not to make a sound. Little did he know Chatty was sitting up waiting for him. He took off his shoes at the door and started stripping out of the rest of his clothes as he got closer and closer to the bedroom. When he got into the bedroom, he found Chatty sitting on the bed with the bag he had hidden.

  “You killed him, didn’t you?”

  “What the fuck you doing going through my shit,” he barked looking like a crazed man.

  “You said you wasn’t gone kill him, CT!”

  “How the hell you know I killed him?” he asked.

  “Because these are the guns, I remember these guns were loaded and all the bullets were in them. You do remember I watched you and Trif load these muthafucka’s, now one gun has two bullets missing!”

  “Why the fuck you care that I killed him, huh?” he asked, choking up Chatty.

  “You said you weren’t!” Chatty cried.

  CT saw her tears and his anger turned to rage.

  “Cut the bullshit I ain’t on the crying shit! Yeah I killed that fucka!” he yelled. “And you better shut the fuck up about it!” he said grabbing Chatty by her hair. “You hear me?”

  Chatty shook her head up and down. CT let her hair go then took the rest of his clothes off leaving just his black wife beater, boxers and socks on. Chatty crawled up in the bed putting her knees to her chest as she watched CT put the bag in the closet. She watched his expression on his face as he did it. CT did not have a care in the world about killing somebody, and she just didn’t understand it. CT grabbed his peach flavored Dutch out his pants pocket, and left the room.

  Chatty got up and went into the living room. The air was full with weed smoke and it smelled good. Chatty wasn’t a smoker, but this morning she wanted more than a contact. She saw CT sitting in the chair in front of the TV but it wasn’t on. She looked at him from his feet to his eyeballs. They stared each other down. CT look had such a bad boy swag as he puffed, and blew smoke, it turned her on.

  Chatty walked over to his chair and straddled him as he puffed again, but this time before blowing his smoke out, Chatty put her mouth against his making him blow the smoke in her mouth as they kissed. CT smiled then took the Dutch and put it in his mouth backwards, and met Chatty’s lips again giving her a shotgun. Chatty instantly felt high and horny. She climbed off CT and set in front of him planting kisses on his legs working her way up to his stomach while rubbing his dick threw his boxers. CT was enjoying the pleasure he was getting while puffing the L.

  He looked down at Chatty, her head bobbing and weaving on his dick getting it sloppy wet as she played with his balls. Chatty was slurping and sucking something vicious like dick was going out of style. She looked up into CT’s eyes while sucking him off.

  “I love yo ass!” he announced rubbing his hand through her hair, while still holding the L in the other.

  “I love you too baby,” Chatty said then stood halfway up dick still in her mouth then gave it a deep throat. Then she came back up, her mouth was sloppy, wet.

  “Why the fuck you stop?” he asked.

  “I ain’t done, baby...”

  “Fuck nah, you ain’t done!” CT
said, getting up from the chair, and putting his spliff in the ashtray.

  CT’s dick was hard, and Chatty was stroking it as he stood in front of her. Then she set back on the floor with her legs open.

  “Damn, look at that shit,” CT said, rubbing his hands all in her wet pussy. “My pussy, that’s why I killed that nigga,” he said passionately biting Chatty’s neck and still rubbing her pussy.

  “But you told me to fuck him, baby,” she moaned.

  “I know I did, and you did right, this pussy made him talk.”

  Chatty and CT was on the floor kissing and rubbing each other.

  “Lay on yo side,” he whispered in her ear.

  Chatty turned as CT grabbed her ass, and rubbed her ass crease to her pussy hole. Then he pulled the left ass cheek to the side and stuck his dick in her pussy.

  “Damn baby that feels good,” Chatty moaned as CT went in and out of her, slowly rubbing her clit

  “Don’t it…?” he whispered pounding her from the side while grabbing her throat. They stayed in that position for a while until they fell asleep on the floor.

  Later on that day, Chatty found herself thinking about Cheese. He was an alright dude, and she loved his gentle touch the couple months she fucked with him were fun. He showed her a lot of shit that CT never did. Cheese stayed wining and dining Chatty. He treated her like a queen, and she liked him for that even though it was a job. She found herself catching feelings. Chatty was getting dressed when CT told her, “Call that bitch you met through Cheese so you can see what’s been going on.”

  The bitch he was talking about was Tay. Tay was a cool, ghetto-fabulous bitch who was in the game, and Chatty did miss her ass so she called her up.

  “Bitch, where the hell you been hiding?” Tay yelled.

  “I miss you too heifer!” Chatty laughed.

  “I was getting worried about you. I thought maybe you left the earth after what happen with Cheese.”

  “No, I didn’t leave the earth just out the way. I’m real fucked up about what happen,” Chatty said walking through the house. “Do they have any leads or anything?” Chatty asked worried.